Brief summary of biter. Leonid Nikolaevich Andreev

1901 Andreev Leonid finishes his work “Bite”. At the center of the story is a little dog that no one wants. They spank her, they can even beat her. She looks for shelter and finds a dacha where she spends the winter. And then a holiday happens in Kusaka’s life: a family with children comes to the dacha. The girl Lelya became attached to the dog, and Kusaka, in turn, realized that how great it is to have an owner, to be needed by someone. But one day in autumn everything ends, the summer residents leave for the city and Kusaka is left alone again. She doesn't understand why people are so cruel.

The main idea of Kusak's story

The main idea of the Russian classic “Bite” is that Leonid Andreev, with his text, calls on us to love and take care of animals, to have compassion for them, and not to throw them out into the street, thereby replenishing the army of stray animals. And I can’t help but remember the words of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: “We are responsible for those we have tamed.”

Read the summary of Andreev Kusak chapter by chapter.

Chapter 1.

Kusaka is a stray dog. Nobody needs her. She's afraid of everyone. In her dog's life, she sees only cruelty and evil. Moreover, such hostility not only from people, but also from yard dogs. Children tease her and throw stones and sticks at her, and dogs that have owners can bark at Kusaka. She hears kind words only once in her life, and then they come from the lips of a drunk man. And drunk people have changeable moods. Affection suddenly and unpredictably gives way to anger. The man wanted to pet the dog first, but he kicked it instead of petting it. Since then, Kusaka has hated people.

Winter is coming. The dog is looking for shelter, finds it and settles in an empty dacha. She gets so used to this place that it seems to her that she must guard it. She even barks at those who pass by. This is important and meaningful to her.

Chapter 2.

After winter comes spring. Summer residents come to “her” house. Kusaka watches the newcomers from the bushes. Then she sees the girl Lelya, who did not notice how the dog crept up to her. It was Kusaka. She tore a clump from Lelya's hem. At night, Kusaka realizes that from now on she must protect not only the house, but also the people living in it.

Time passes. Summer residents and the dog get used to each other's existence. They even came up with a name for the dog. Now she is Kusaka. The dog likes everything. They feed her, and in response to their expressions of care, she comes closer and closer to people. Lelya finally closed the distance between them, she offered Kusaka sugar and for the second time in her life the dog believed people and allowed herself to be petted. After that, the girl called other children. Kusaka is happy that someone needs her. She expresses her delight as best she can.

Chapter 3.

Kusaka lives a comfortable life. She eats to her fill. Her fur is shiny. Kusaka is grateful to people, thanks to them, she again became able to play with others and show her good qualities. Her somersaults caused good-natured laughter from those who watched her. But Kusaka is not at all offended. On the contrary, she is happy and good. The most important thing is that she has found owners, someone needs her, that she is no longer alone, which means she is not embittered towards the whole world. At night, Kusaka’s main task is to protect the dacha and its inhabitants.

Chapter 4.

Summer gives way to autumn. The days are getting shorter and, most importantly, colder. The sun is no longer shining as brightly and gently as in summer. The inhabitants of the dacha began to gather for the city. The girl became attached to her pet during the time spent outside the city. Lelya even wanted to take the dog with her, but her mother told her that you couldn’t keep a dog in a city apartment. Lelya cries bitterly. Her mother promises her in return that she will buy her daughter an expensive puppy.

Kusaka watches the gatherings of summer residents. It becomes clear to her that something bad is approaching. But so far she does not understand and does not realize this. It's starting to rain. It becomes cold and uncomfortable. Soon the summer residents left for the station. Only then did Lelya realize that she had not said goodbye to Kusaka. This thought makes her feel bitter and sad.

Chapter 5.

Kusaka does not yet realize what is happening. The dog doesn't feel lonely yet. She even ran to the station and looked for her owners, but there was no one there. Everyone left. Night has come. It was at this time that Kusaka realized that darkness was filling her entire being. She felt scared and sad. Then Kusaka howled very pitifully. The last words in the story: “The dog howled.”

Picture or drawing of Kusak

I

She belonged to no one; she did not have her own name, and no one could say where she was throughout the long, frosty winter and what she fed on. The yard dogs drove her away from the warm huts, just as hungry as she was, but proud and strong in their belonging to the house; when, driven by hunger or an instinctive need for communication, she appeared on the street, the guys threw stones and sticks at her, the adults hooted cheerfully and whistled terribly, shrilly. Not remembering herself from fear, rushing from side to side, bumping into barriers and people, she rushed to the edge of the village and hid in the depths of a large garden, in one place known to her. There she licked her bruises and wounds and, alone, accumulated fear and anger. Only once did they take pity on her and caress her. It was a drunkard man returning from a tavern. He loved everyone and pitied everyone and said something under his breath about good people and his hopes for good people; He also pitied the dog, dirty and ugly, on which his drunken and aimless gaze accidentally fell. “Bug!” he called her by the name common to all dogs. “Bug!” Come here, don't be afraid! The bug really wanted to come over; She wagged her tail, but did not dare. The man patted his knee with his hand and repeated convincingly: “Go ahead, you fool!” By God, I won’t touch you! But while the dog hesitated, waving its tail more and more furiously and moving forward in small steps, the drunken man’s mood changed. He remembered all the insults inflicted on him by kind people, felt boredom and dull anger, and when the Bug lay down on her back in front of him, he poked her in the side with the toe of a heavy boot. - Ooh, scum! Climbing too! The dog squealed, more from surprise and insult than from pain, and the man staggered home, where he beat his wife for a long time and painfully and tore into pieces the new scarf that he had bought her as a gift last week. From then on, the dog did not trust people who wanted to caress it, and ran away with its tail between its legs, and sometimes angrily attacked them and tried to bite them until they managed to drive it away with stones and a stick. For one winter, she settled under the terrace of an empty dacha, which had no guard, and selflessly guarded it: she ran out onto the road at night and barked until she was hoarse. Having already laid down in her place, she was still grumbling angrily, but through the anger there was a certain self-satisfaction and even pride. The winter night dragged on for a long, long time, and the black windows of the empty dacha looked gloomily onto the icy, motionless garden. Sometimes a bluish light seemed to flare up in them: either a fallen star was reflected on the glass, or the sharp-horned moon sent out its timid ray.

Spring has come, and the quiet dacha is filled with loud talking, the creaking of wheels and the dirty clatter of people carrying heavy loads. Summer residents arrived from the city, a whole cheerful crowd of adults, teenagers and children, intoxicated by the air, warmth and light; someone shouted, someone sang, laughed in a high female voice. The first person the dog met was a pretty girl in a brown uniform dress who ran out into the garden. Greedily and impatiently, wanting to embrace and squeeze everything visible in her arms, she looked at the clear sky, at the reddish branches of the cherries and quickly lay down on the grass, facing the hot sun. Then, just as suddenly, she jumped up and, hugging herself with her arms, kissing the spring air with her fresh lips, said expressively and seriously: “What fun!” She said and quickly began to spin around. And at that very moment, the dog silently creeping up fiercely grabbed the swelling hem of the dress with its teeth, pulled and just as silently disappeared into the dense bushes of gooseberries and currants. - Hey, evil dog! - the girl shouted while running away, and her excited voice could be heard for a long time: “Mom, children!” Don't go to the garden: there's a dog there! Huge!.. Feisty!.. At night, the dog crept up to the sleeping dacha and silently lay down in its place under the terrace. There was a smell of people, and the quiet sounds of short breathing came through the open windows. The people were sleeping, they were helpless and not scary, and the dog jealously guarded them: it slept with one eye and at every rustle it stretched out its head with two motionless lights of phosphorescently glowing eyes. And there were many alarming sounds in the sensitive spring night: something invisible, small, rustled in the grass and got close to the dog’s shiny nose; Last year's branch crunched under a sleeping bird, and on the nearby highway a cart rumbled and loaded carts creaked. And far around in the still air the smell of fragrant, fresh tar spread and beckoned into the brightening distance. The summer residents who arrived were very kind people, and the fact that they were far from the city, breathed good air, saw everything around them green, blue and good-natured, made them even kinder. The sun entered them with warmth and came out with laughter and goodwill towards all living things. At first they wanted to drive away the dog that had frightened them and even shoot it with a revolver if it didn’t go away; but then they got used to barking at night and sometimes in the morning they remembered: “Where is our Kusaka?” And this new name “Kusaka” remained with her. It happened that during the day they noticed a dark body in the bushes, disappearing without a trace at the first movement of the hand throwing bread - as if it were not bread, but a stone - and soon everyone got used to Kusaka, called her “their” dog and joked about her savagery and causeless fear. Every day Kusaka reduced the space separating her from people by one step; I took a closer look at their faces and learned their habits: half an hour before lunch I was already standing in the bushes and blinking affectionately. And the same high school student Lelya, who had forgotten the insult, finally introduced her into the happy circle of people relaxing and having fun. “Nipper, come to me!” she called to herself. “Well, good one, well, dear, come!” Do you want some sugar?.. I'll give you some sugar, do you want it? Well, go ahead! But Kusaka didn’t go: she was afraid. And carefully, patting herself with her hands and speaking as affectionately as possible with a beautiful voice and a beautiful face, Lelya moved towards the dog and was afraid that she might bite. - I love you, Nipper, I love you very much. You have such a pretty nose and such expressive eyes. Don't you believe me, Nipper? Lelya's eyebrows rose, and she herself had such a pretty nose and such expressive eyes that the sun acted smartly, kissing her whole young, naively charming face hotly, until her cheeks were red. And Kusachka for the second time in her life turned over on her back and closed her eyes, not knowing for sure whether they would hit her or caress her. But she was caressed. A small, warm hand hesitantly touched the rough head and, as if this was a sign of irresistible power, ran freely and boldly over the entire woolly body, shaking, caressing and tickling. - Mom, children! Look: I’m caressing Kusaka!” Lelya shouted. When the children came running, noisy, loud-voiced, fast and bright, like droplets of scattered mercury, Kusaka froze with fear and helpless anticipation: she knew that if someone hit her now, she would no longer be able to dig into the offender’s body with her sharp points. teeth: her irreconcilable anger was taken from her. And when everyone vied with each other to caress her, she shuddered for a long time at every touch of a caressing hand, and the unusual caress hurt her, as if from a blow.

Kusaka blossomed with all her canine soul. She had a name to which she rushed headlong from the green depths of the garden; it belonged to the people and could serve them. Isn't this enough for a dog to be happy? With the habit of moderation, created by years of wandering, hungry life, she ate very little, but even this little changed her beyond recognition: her long hair, which previously hung in red, dry tufts and was always covered with dried mud on her belly, became clean, blackened and began to shine, like an atlas. And when, having nothing else to do, she ran out to the gate, stood at the threshold and looked up and down the street with importance, it no longer occurred to anyone to tease her or throw a stone at her. But she was only so proud and independent when she was alone. The fear had not yet been completely evaporated by the fire of caresses from her heart, and every time at the sight of people, when they approached, she was lost and expected to be beaten. And for a long time every kindness seemed to her a surprise, a miracle that she could not understand and to which she could not respond. She didn't know how to be affectionate. Other dogs know how to stand on their hind legs, rub at their feet and even smile, and thereby express their feelings, but she could not. The only thing Kusaka could do was fall on her back, close her eyes and squeal slightly. But this was not enough, it could not express her delight, gratitude and love - and with a sudden inspiration, Kusaka began to do something that, perhaps, she had once seen in other dogs, but had long since forgotten. She tumbled absurdly, jumped awkwardly and spun around herself, and her body, which had always been so flexible and dexterous, became clumsy, funny and pitiful. - Mom, children! Look, Kusaka is playing!” Lelya shouted and, choking with laughter, asked: “More, Kusachka, more!” Like this! Like this... And everyone gathered and laughed, but Kusaka spun, tumbled and fell, and no one saw the strange plea in her eyes. And just as before they shouted and hooted at the dog in order to see its desperate fear, so now they deliberately caressed it in order to evoke in it a surge of love, infinitely funny in its clumsy and absurd manifestations. Not an hour passed without one of the teenagers or children shouting: - Nipper, dear Nipper, play! And Kusachka spun, tumbled and fell amid incessant cheerful laughter. They praised her in front of her and behind her back, and they only regretted one thing: when strangers came to visit, she did not want to show off her tricks and ran into the garden or hid under the terrace. Gradually, Kusaka got used to the fact that she didn’t need to worry about food, since at a certain hour the cook would give her slop and bones, she confidently and calmly lay down in her place under the terrace and was already looking for and asking for affection. And she grew heavier: she rarely ran from the dacha, and when little children called her to the forest with them, she wagged her tail evasively and disappeared unnoticed. But at night her guard bark was still loud and alert.

Autumn lit up with yellow lights, the sky began to cry with frequent rains, and the dachas quickly began to empty and fall silent, as if the continuous rain and wind were extinguishing them, like candles, one after another. “What should we do with Kusaka?” Lelya asked thoughtfully. She sat with her hands on her knees and sadly looked out the window, along which the shiny drops of the rain that had begun were rolling down. - What kind of pose do you have, Lelya! Well, who sits like that? - said the mother and added: - And Kusaka will have to be left behind. God be with her! “It’s a pity,” Lelya drawled. - Well, what can you do? We don’t have a yard, and we can’t keep her in our rooms, you understand. “It’s a pity,” Lelya repeated, ready to cry. Her dark eyebrows had already risen like the wings of a swallow and her pretty nose had wrinkled pitifully when the mother said: “The Dogaevs have long offered me a puppy.” They say he is very thoroughbred and is already serving. Can you hear me? And what is this mongrel! “It’s a pity,” Lelya repeated, but did not cry. Strangers came again, and the carts creaked and groaned under the heavy steps of the floorboards, but there was less talking and no laughter was heard at all. Frightened by strangers, vaguely sensing trouble, Kusaka ran to the edge of the garden and from there, through the thinning bushes, persistently looked at the corner of the terrace visible to her and at the figures in red shirts scurrying around it. “You are here, my poor Kusachka,” said Lelya, who came out. She was already dressed for travel - in that brown dress, a piece of which Kusaka tore off, and a black blouse. - Come with me! And they went out onto the highway. The rain began to fall and then subsided, and the entire space between the blackened earth and the sky was full of swirling, fast-moving clouds. From below it was clear how heavy they were and impenetrable to light from the water that saturated them and how boring the sun was behind this dense wall. To the left of the highway stretched darkened stubble, and only on the lumpy and close horizon did low, scattered trees and bushes rise in lonely clumps. Ahead, not far away, there was an outpost and next to it an inn with an iron red roof, and near the inn a group of people teased the village fool Ilyusha. “Give me a penny,” the fool drawled in a nasal drawl, and angry, mocking voices vied with each other to answer him: “Do you want to chop wood?” And Ilyusha cursed cynically and dirtyly, and they laughed without joy. A ray of sunlight broke through, yellow and anemic, as if the sun were terminally ill; The foggy autumn distance became wider and sadder. “It’s boring, Kusaka!” Lelya said quietly and, without looking back, went back. And only at the station did she remember that she had not said goodbye to Kusaka.

Kusaka rushed for a long time in the footsteps of the people who had left, ran to the station and - wet and dirty - returned to the dacha. There she did another new thing, which no one, however, saw: for the first time she went up onto the terrace and, rising on her hind legs, looked into the glass door and even scratched with her claws. But the rooms were empty, and no one answered Kusaka. A heavy rain began to fall, and the darkness of the long autumn night began to approach from everywhere. Quickly and silently he filled the empty dacha; he silently crawled out of the bushes and poured down with the rain from the inhospitable sky. On the terrace, from which the canvas had been removed, making it seem vast and strangely empty, the light struggled with the darkness for a long time and sadly illuminated the traces of dirty feet, but soon it too gave in. Night has come. And when there was no longer any doubt that it had come, the dog howled pitifully and loudly. With a ringing note, sharp as despair, this howl burst into the monotonous, gloomily submissive sound of the rain, cut through the darkness and, fading, rushed over the dark and naked field. The dog howled - evenly, persistently and hopelessly calm. And to those who heard this howl, it seemed that the hopeless dark night itself was groaning and striving for light, and they wanted to go into warmth, to a bright fire, to a loving woman’s heart. The dog howled.

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Retelling plan

1. The life of a stray dog.
2. Summer residents give the dog a name and gradually tame it.
3. Kusaka is happy because people need him and are loved by them.
4. The summer residents leave, but Kusaka remains.
5. The grief of an abandoned dog.

Retelling
I

The dog was no one's, it had no name, and it was unknown where it spent the winter and what it ate. The yard dogs chased her away from the warm huts, the boys threw sticks and stones at her, and the adults hooted and whistled terribly. The dog ran away from everyone, unconscious from fear, hid deep in the garden and licked its wounds and bruises, accumulating fear and anger.

Only once did they take pity on her and caress her. It was a drunk man. Patting her on the knee, he called her to him and called her Bug. She approached hesitantly. But the drunkard’s mood changed sharply, and when the dog came up and lay down on its back in front of him, he kicked it in the side with his boot. The bug screamed more from insult than from pain, and the man went home, where he beat his wife and tore the scarf he bought for her as a gift.

Since then, the dog always ran away from people who wanted to pet it, and sometimes attacked them with anger. For one winter she settled under the terrace of an empty dacha.

Spring has come, and summer residents came from the city, “a whole cheerful band of adults, teenagers and children.” The first person the dog met was a very cheerful, pretty girl. She ran out into the garden and spun around, and at that time a dog crept up to her and grabbed the hem of her dress. The girl, frightened, ran away and told everyone: “Mom, children! Don't go to the garden: there's a dog there! Huge!.. Angry!..”

The summer residents were very kind people. “The sun entered them with warmth and came out with laughter and goodwill towards all living things.” At first they wanted to drive away the evil dog, which also kept them awake at night with its barking, but then they got used to it and in the morning they sometimes remembered: “Where is our Kusaka?” This new name stuck with her.

Kusaka came closer to people every day. That same girl, named Lelya, managed to find an approach to Kusaka. One day, talking very affectionately to the dog, she cautiously approached it. And Kusaka for the second time in her life turned over on her back and closed her eyes, not knowing whether they would hurt her or caress her. But she was caressed. Soon all the children came running and took turns stroking her, and she still shuddered at every touch of a caressing hand. Kusaka’s unusual caress hurt like a blow.

“Kusaka blossomed with all her dog soul. They fed her, and she changed beyond recognition: the wool, which had previously hung in clumps, became clean, turned black and began to shine like satin. All this was unusual for Kusaka, and she did not know how to be affectionate like other dogs.

The only thing she could do was fall on her back and scream. But this was not enough to express all the love, and therefore she tumbled absurdly, jumped awkwardly and spun around herself, and her body, which had always been so flexible and dexterous, became clumsy, funny and pitiful.” People liked it, and they deliberately caressed her, persuading her to play more. And she did this many more times, but she was still afraid of strangers and hid in the garden. Soon she got used to not getting her own food, because the cook fed her, and the dog kept searching and asking for affection.

Autumn has come. Lelya was wondering what to do with Kusaka. My mother once said that I would have to leave the dog. Lela felt sorry for the animal to the point of tears. Mom told her that they would take a puppy, but “is this a mongrel!” Lelya repeated that she felt sorry for the dog, but did not cry anymore.

They began to prepare to leave. Kusaka, frightened and sensing trouble, ran to the edge of the garden and looked at the terrace. “You are here, my poor Kusachka,” said Lelya who came out. She called her with her, and they walked along the highway. There was an outpost ahead, next to it was an inn, and near the inn a group of people were teasing the village fool Ilyusha. Ilyusha swore cynically and dirtyly, and they laughed without much fun.

“Boring, Kusaka!” - Lelya said quietly and, without looking back, went back. And only at the station did she remember that she had not said goodbye to Kusaka.

Kusaka rushed in the footsteps of the people who had left, ran to the station, but then returned. At the dacha she did a new thing: “for the first time she went up onto the terrace and, rising on her hind legs, looked into the glass door and even scratched her nails.” But they didn’t answer Kusaka, because the rooms were all empty.

Night fell, and the dog howled pitifully and loudly. “And to those who heard this howl, it seemed that the hopeless dark night itself was groaning and striving for light, and they wanted to go into warmth, to a bright fire, to a loving woman’s heart. The dog howled."

The story “Bite” by Andreev tells about the difficult life of a homeless dog. A summary will help the reader learn the plot and get to know the main characters in less than 5 minutes.

Who is Kusaka

Once a drunk man seemed to want to pet her, but when the dog approached him, he hit her with the toe of his boot. Therefore, the animal completely stopped trusting people. This is how the work “Bite” by Andreev begins sadly. The summary will allow the reader to travel from winter to spring and summer, where the dog was happy.

How the dog became Biter

In winter, the dog took a fancy to an empty dacha and began to live under the house. But spring has come. The owners arrived at the dacha. The dog saw a pretty girl who was enjoying the fresh air, the sun, and nature. Her name was Lelya. The girl began to spin, overwhelmed by love for everything that surrounded her. And then a dog attacked her from behind the bushes. She grabbed the girl by the hem of her dress. She screamed and ran into the house.

At first, the summer residents wanted to drive away or even shoot the animal, but they were kind people. What next awaits the reader in the story “Bite” by Andreev? A brief summary will help answer this question. Then good things awaited the dog.

Gradually people got used to the dog barking at night. Sometimes in the morning they remembered her and asked where their Kusaka was. That's what they named the dog. The summer residents began to feed the animal, but at first she was afraid when they threw bread at her. Apparently, she thought that they were throwing a stone at her and ran away.

Kusaka's short-lived happiness

One day, schoolgirl Lelya called Kusaka. At first she didn’t go anywhere, she was afraid. The girl carefully began to move towards Kusaka. Lelya began to say kind words to the dog, and the dog trusted her - she lay down on her stomach and closed her eyes. The girl petted the dog. This is the surprise that Andreev’s work “Bite” has in store for the reader. The summary continues the positive narrative.

Lelya stroked the animal and was happy about it herself; she called the children and they also began to caress Kusaka. Everyone was delighted. After all, the dog, from an excess of feelings, began to jump awkwardly and somersault. The children burst into good laughter when they saw this. Everyone asked Kusaka to repeat his funny somersaults.

Gradually the dog got used to not having to worry about food. Kusaka gained weight, became heavier and stopped running into the forest with the children. At night she also guarded the dacha, sometimes bursting into loud barking.

Rainy autumn has arrived. Many summer residents have already left for the city. Lelya’s family also began to gather there. The girl asked her mother about what to do with Kusaka. What did the mother answer? A brief summary will help you find out. Andreeva Kusaka was not happy for long. The woman said that there was nowhere to keep her in the city and she would have to be left at the dacha. Lelya almost cried, but there was nothing to do. The summer residents have left.

The dog rushed about for a long time, running in their tracks. She even ran to the station, but didn’t find anyone. Then she climbed under the house in the country and began to howl - persistently, evenly and hopelessly calm.

This is the work Leonid Andreev wrote. The story “Bite” awakens the best feelings and teaches compassion for those who need it.

The story “Bite” by Andreev tells about the difficult life of a homeless dog. A summary will help the reader learn the plot and get to know the main characters in less than 5 minutes.

Who is Kusaka

How the dog became Biter

Kusaka's short-lived happiness

This is the work Leonid Andreev wrote. The story “Bite” awakens the best feelings and teaches compassion for those who need it.

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